The ragged homeless man is none other than Li An, who has been tracking Su Xiaomei for half a year.

In the past six months, the legendary person who snatched the things of Buddhism was Su Xiaomei, and she has become a thief of Buddhism in the past six months.

Li An chased Su Xiaomei all the way back to China and came to the border of Henan.

Shaolin Temple is a famous Buddhist sect, and Li An speculated that Su Xiaomei would definitely fight the idea of Shaolin Temple, so he rushed to Songshan first.

In fact, as early as a week ago, Li Ang had already come to Shaolin Temple, but he had been hidden.

Three days ago, Li An saw the scene of the island pigs provoking Shaolin, and today he saw the island pigs sneaking up on Shaolin monks, and the Shaolin abbot was a little pedantic, and he really wanted to give the kapok robe to the other party, so Li An couldn't help but make a move.

"Great monk, you see that my clothes are rotten like this, if you really don't want that robe, how about giving it to me?" Li An shouted at the abbot.

The abbot was quite surprised to see that Li An first attacked the monks of the island country, and saw that Li An was a master of martial arts, and now he heard Li An say that he wanted the kapok robe in his hand, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

When the samurai of the island nation saw that the attacker was a beggar, he was furious.

"You go teach that guy a lesson!" The middle-aged samurai commanded at the thin samurai.

This thin samurai is the person who has just shot a poison dart to sneak attack, and his name is Yamamoto Kiai.

As soon as Li An saw that this guy was coming, he was secretly happy in his heart, got up and stretched.

Yamamoto Kihe has the cultivation of Wuzun, and seeing that Li An is a little big at a young age, he punched Li An out with a knife after entering the sheath.

This punch Yama Motomu used at least eighty percent of his strength, and he wanted to kill Li An in front of the Shaolin monks.

Who would have thought, Yamamoto Kihe's fist hit Li An only with a muffled sound, but Li An stood there without moving.

"Are you tickling your grandfather?" Li Ang sneered.

The middle-aged samurai thought that Yamamoto Kiai was not exerting his strength, so he shouted dissatisfiedly, "Yamamoto, what are you doing?" Don't hurry up and get rid of that guy! ”

"Yes!"

Yamamoto responded and hit Li An again, this time with ten out of ten strength.

Another muffled sound came, and Ang Lee stood there still unmoving.

It's no wonder that Ang Lee's body refining technique is amazing, and Yamamoto Kihe's cultivation can't hurt him at all.

"You hit me twice, it's time for me to pay it back, right?"

Li An raised his palm with a smile,

"I haven't used this pig slap Dafa for two years, and today I just found a pig to practice my hands."

Yamamotoki saw that he didn't hurt Li An with two consecutive blows, and then realized that the young man in front of him was a master.

Seeing Li An raise his hand, Yamamoto Kihe instinctively pulled back.

It's a pity that as soon as his body moved, Li An's hand raised in the air fell on his face, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and Yamamoto Muhe rolled to the ground.

"Yamamoto, what are you doing?" The middle-aged samurai shouted angrily, thinking that Yamamoto Kii's slap in front of so many people had broken their prestige.

Yamamoto Kiai couldn't tell the bitterness, and even a few teeth were knocked out and swallowed into his stomach with blood.

"Bastard!"

Yamamoto Kiai screamed, jumped up from the ground, drew his katana and slashed at Ang Lee.

He thought very simply, since a fist can't hurt you, what about a knife?

"Smack."

Another crisp sound came, and the other half of Yamamoto Kiga's face had five fingerprints, and another slap rolled to the ground.

Only then did the middle-aged samurai realize that the situation was wrong, and immediately beckoned the other four to go with him.

"Yamamoto, are you alright?"

Yamamoto struggled to get up from the ground and shook his head, his face swollen and unable to speak.

Li An blew into the palm of his hand and said, "Well, I haven't used the Dafa of slapping a pig for two years, and it feels pretty good, but it stained my hand, so I have to wash it well." ”

Yamamoto Muhe glanced at Li An's jet-black hands that hadn't been washed for many days, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Why, is this saying that my face is dirtier than your hands?

Several other island warriors also screamed angrily, and they all drew their swords and slashed at Li An.

These island country warriors are all in the Martial Venerable Realm, and the middle-aged samurai with the highest strength have even reached the Martial Venerable Triple Realm.

If it were someone else, these island pigs could still be arrogant, but it was a pity that they met Li An with higher strength today.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a crisp sound, and the samurai of the island country holding the katana wanted to cry without tears, and everyone had two more slap marks on their faces, swollen like a pig's head.

After realizing that he was not an opponent at all, the samurai of the island country retreated one after another, and even wanted to seek refuge from the Shaolin monks.

The Shaolin warrior monks naturally didn't care about these warriors, but secretly rejoiced in their hearts, and cheered for Li An one by one.

The abbot was still holding a kapok robe in his hand, and after the island monk got up from the ground, he saw his own person being slapped, and his face turned white for a while.

"Who are you?" The island monk shouted.

"Pig killers." Ang Lee replied lazily.

Pig killer?

The island country's monk looked slightly stunned, and then understood the meaning of Li An's words.

When Li An slapped the warriors before, he said that he used the method of slapping pigs, which was to ridicule their island people as pigs.

Now he says that he killed the pigs, which means that he intends to kill them.

"Abbot, this is how your Shaolin Temple entertains guests, and you still have to watch someone commit murder on your territory?"

The monk of this island country is really shameless, and he actually used words to pinch the Shaolin abbot.

"This ......"

The Shaolin abbot groaned, but still preached to Li An,

"Donor, this is the pure land of Buddhism, and I hope my subordinates will be merciful."

Pedantic.

Li An scolded secretly, but said with a smile on the surface: "Don't worry, rest assured." Since the master has spoken, then I have to sell the master's face. ”

Seeing that the plan had succeeded, the monk of the island country laughed secretly in his heart, and after snorting coldly at Li An, he reached out again to grab the kapok robe.

"Smack."

Li An's figure flashed and rushed over, raised his hand and slapped the monk of the island country away.

"Master, I'm really merciful, it's because he's too careless." Li An turned back to the abbot and preached.

The abbot smiled bitterly and was speechless, Li An was not a monk of his Shaolin Temple, so he naturally had no right to take care of it.

"Master, if you don't want this robe, give it to me." Ang Lee brought up the stubble again.

The abbot smiled bitterly, how could this robe, which symbolizes the power of Buddhism, be given to people casually?

"Stingy." Li An scolded lightly, and turned to walk towards the pigs of the island country, "It's a little itchy today, let's practice the Dafa of slapping pigs a few more times." ”

When the samurai of the island nation heard this, they instinctively covered their faces with their hands.

"Huh?"

Li An's expression changed, and he looked at the island monk who was struggling to get up from the ground.

(End of chapter)